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I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.

I have felt this graceful creature 
flutter faintly deep inside;
then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly 
to show its colors multiplied
and wing its way through azure skies.

The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
the throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
no more its wings will tightly furl,
but lightly spread upon the breeze 
their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
and, then, my soul will leave this world.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014




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We spent time with each other time after time
Now, we're older now...looking AT THE TIME FLY...
We were young and happy that splendid time
But, we have grown out of it somehow...I'm gonna cry...
And I know the reason why
I wanna cry...we dreamt of spreading our wings and flying away, being one with 
the current of the aqua-blue sky

We were young once upon a time
But, our young heart never was one – if it was, that would have been sublime
This shame bestows woe upon my soul…because I wish upon a star and my 
wish never came true
My heart is scorching like coal...because I’m enraged of your heartless actions, 
but that’s nothin’ new
My heart is beating like the drums in the night
I know why I feel depressed – everything’s black and white now…I know the 
difference between wrong and right and I’ve fought the good fight
But I can’t fight the rejected of the departure that lead to my rue…but I won’t 
cry (boohoo)…oh no, not tonight…I wanna be as high as a kite & look at life in 
a different light

CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…

Rejected departure (that reduces me to rue)
Won’t mess with me this time…I am as fresh as morning dew
I wear an upside down frown
Gravity won’t push me down 
I’ll Stand Tall and Give it My All
I feel like I’ve been kicked around like a ball
I won’t fall apart
God takes me seriously
He took heart
But, oh God – where shall I flee?
What if sin throws me into captivity?
I would be in chains
But, I have the brains
To unchain me from my fretful fate
I will get out in no time – I won’t hesitate
I’ve been trapped in this shameful state
Help me along the way
I need God’s sun-shining day
To shed relief on me
Ease the pain 
Scrub off my heart’s blasphemy 
Shower down your healing rain  
Now, I look at life in a different light
I feel no guilt – why should I when I fought the good fight with all of my 
perpetual, awesome might? My heart is doused in delight, no longer doused in 
dismay and ahhh-fright!

We spent time with each other here and there
We lived our lives without a single care
But that was once upon a time
It was just a dream all along, though it was crime

~@#$%^&!*()_+=-)(*&^%$%$#@!~

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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Legends of tribes roam across the plains Bold spirits guarding their own mighty land They dance and offer songs to ease lost reign And nourish life when soldiers flag on, Encircling a bonfire with shaman’s praise. The whisper of the winds gives them strength An Indian terrain, they protect Oh, hear drumbeats pound a mighty roar As chieftain gathers the arrow’s quest For the call of blood, for freedom’s dreams. Legends passed from generations Navajos marginalized, tales unfold When duskfall speaks of native wisdom To recount strides in brave moccasins
Marking prints from whisper of the winds.
Debbie Guzzi Contest 'In the Name of Love for Country - The Dark Side of Nationalism 11/23/2017

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013




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Which road would lead me to heaven?
I've been looking for that road.
Which road would lead me to freedom?
I’ve been a slave since my birth.

Which road would lead me to sanity?
I’m going crazy with all the rules.
Oft voiceless 'neath society's shadow,
it’s time to get out of this life.

My mind's aching, my heart's slowly breaking,
they don’t realize what they are doing.
I can’t bear it all it’s time to get home,
they’re making me a fool I can’t go on.

Which road leads me to that long-lost place?
where everything is love, no trace of hate.
I’ll find it someday, tomorrow maybe,
although they’re blocking my way.

Which road would lead me to laughter?
I’ve been crying all my life.
Take my hand and come with me,
just say the word and we’ll be free.

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2009

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By Ezar

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree 
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my  secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing 
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving 
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me 
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree 
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition 
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do 
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move 
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news 
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017

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Nearing four A.M. and closing time...
He says,"one more with double lime" 
Meanwhile... brown eyes in the mirror gaze
She takes off his ring...puts on her face

Where makeup flows...more is required
Those telltale signs...sure cover hard!
Damn all those years...with pain condoned
She'll scream no more..She's got her going on

She's got her going on...in her silk Deville
Love pointed south...dressed fit to kill
Her cheeks are dry...her heart's a stone...
'Hell with goodbye..she's got her going on!

He runs to beg...It's past too late
Her burning tires.....Accentuate !
His staggered stare...meets the ice cold dawn
She's outta there...Got her going on!

Mid morning knock..at the front door
He smiles, "She's coming... back for more"!
Handcuffed.... in route...to his hoosegow home
He ain't getting out....  She's got her going on!!

She's got her going on...In her silk Deville.....
Love pointed south...dressed fit to kill
Her cheeks are dry...her heart's a stone
'Hell with goodbye...She's got her going on!


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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

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She is slowly slipping away, 
She sees no point laying waiting to decay,
Tired of the names shes starting to beleive,
The thought of leaving for good gives her relief,
Shell do anything just to get the slightest peace,
Were ever she goes shes used as a punching bag,
Shes sick of it wants it to go away wanting payback,
She tried to get away with drugs but theres no impact,
She wants to paint a red mural at school hoping it add some abstract,
Ptsd takes over she is done with the flashback,
Feeling desprate She plans it out on a scatch pad,
She cant stop the heat from rising she gets mad,
She doesnt care shes maping out her ending,
Shes tired of everyone disrespecting,
They pushed her to this shes done pretending,
Theres no more heart left for mendind,
Theres a assembally today she knows theyll all be attending,
This is her idea of defending,
This time theyll be the ones accepting,
There they all seated like targets,
She says this is what you started,
Most of you watched did nothing to help your all the culprit,
She steps on stage the whole crowd bursts into laughter,
She said get ready this is a disaster,
She pulls out a gun blows of rounds,
One by one the students fall to the ground, 
Finally thetes no one left to make a sound,
Shes finally is set free she lets out a smile,
A happiness she hasnt felt in a while,
Shes on the news today shes the only survivor,
It all planned out they call her a fighter,

Copyright © Ashley Poole | Year Posted 2017

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-3/7/14 and 5/2/14-
The waves of the sea and the screeching of the seagulls 
Mix together like coffee and cream
I feel like I’m livin’ a dream
I walk barefoot on the warm, warm sand
I don’t really understand
Why you lay a hand on me…
Is it because I’m as mournful as the sea
Or is it because I’m the waves that swivel and dive down in ecstasy?
I don’t quite understand
The reason I feel the city’s pressure and hardness
They are cemented in the abyss

Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Falls into flamboyant floors
Serene Shores 
Guides me gently, giving me grand advice – 
“DREAM ON, DEAR CHILD!”

The sound of honking is heard unexpectedly… the sound emitting out of the car
It was so uncalled for! It was going way too far!
I feel like drifting away in a deep sleep, carelessly hitting the seafloor…but I’m wide awake instead
I would like to lie lifelessly and tranquilly…I ascend from the water’s surface in disappointment – where’s my head?
I can’t completely comprehend
Why I am more in tune with nature – it could mend
A shattered soul…
A torn, forlorn heart…
Like my own

Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Flaps its fantastic wings, favoring the light of freedom!
Sadistic Shores 
Pushes me forwardly persistently, poking at me pessimistically– 
“WAKE UP TO REALITY, YOU MORON!”

I ponder about the future and its many mysteries
There are clues in the surface of the ocean
I’m too busy trying to pick them up as I go…I wonder about the meaning of the past memories
I squander my time, getting caught up in bittersweet emotion

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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The sun is up and I have to packed up,
The things I want to bring with the light of the morning
The trees are dancing, the wind is whispering
All I want is freedom but there is nothing.

The clouds are clear and I have to walk
The people I see smiling I paused and talk
They asked where I am going with my sweats flowing
All I want is freedom but there is nothing.

They wonder and frowned with my answer
They look at each other as if asking what ever
I continued to walk and stop talking with those creatures
But the station is still far away that my eyes couldn’t measure.

I stop and saw a tree and went to shade
The birds are flying fast and sharply like a blade
I pause and think for a while where I am going 
All I want is freedom, but there is nothing.

Hours have passed and I am tired of walking
To arrive at the train station where people are waiting
Somebody asked me where I am going
All I want is freedom, but there is nothing.

The train has arrived and I saw it gliding
I went near to its door and get inside to sit
The sound has started and someone beside me saying:
“All I want is freedom, but there is nothing.”



Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015

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Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
.
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry your tears like a  crocodile  empty eyes phony smile,
To me I plainly see you're clearly blind 
So don't you worry bout my kind . . .
I see everything just fine
You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right
Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night 
Don't you worry bout my eyes . . .
I'm seeing everything just fine
.
Don't you worry bout my ears
Cause you've been deaf for many years
I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears
So don't you worry bout my ears . . .
I hear your deafness loud and clear
.
Don't you worry bout my mind
Though it gets misplaced from time to time
But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings
And I know that I am running out of time
So don't you worry bout my mind . . .
I think I'll get along just fine
.
Don't you worry bout my soul
Cause I met the Master long ago
And the one you portray Him to be
Is not the same One known to me
The One Who made me free so long ago
So don't you worry bout my soul.
.
Mathew 15:14

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 



Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2013

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Memorial Day 2 “All gave some, Some gave all” Written: by Tom Wright 2016 Today, we memorialize our soldier’s who lie at rest, Many left families, perhaps some, with wife and child. Facing life’s challenges they gave country their best, And for a period of enlistment would become exiled. They chose to represent our country and its flag, Some paid the supreme price for our freedom of choice. Some had their awaited homecoming via a body bag, And today from heavens portals let the angels rejoice. Today, I give thanks to the unselfish Veterans for their service, Those who stood in the gap as defenders of what we hold dear, Our freedom; and to my brother Master Sergeant Joe D Wright who served 4 tours with honor in Vietnam; Tom

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2016

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I Am Who I am
Author Dana Redricks
February 22, 2015

I am who I am, and I can’t 
Be defined, I am beautiful
My soul is youthful, and I try
My best to be truthful
I am brave, and I try my best
To behave.
I am a queen, who knows her worth
I have been blessed in heaven, and 
On the earth;
There are things you just don’t see
I am a bird soaring high above the clouds.
Longing to be free.
I speak, and I am heard.
I am unique crafted by the master’s hands.
I am above, and not beneath, and I have 
Taken my place on victories seat,
and now that I am older there is so
much I am starting to understand 

Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2015

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May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train. 

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow. 

May life be all.... 

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied. 

May life be all... 

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide. 

May life be all... 

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail generally as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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I must let go of
the hatred you show
Because you want
nothing but
destruction
Wanting me to
feel like nothing
Who are you to
define who I am
I'm no punching bag
this feels so sad
Get a good grip
show love instead
Be worth something
no losing you head
Doing the things
you'll later regret
Why do you hate me?
What have I done?
To feel no love
inside me, I'm done
I'm running away
from this hell pay
Leave me alone
this hurt you've sewn
Take away this pain
I'm making this plain
Get off my back
quit this attack
You make me bleed
do I need to plead
Get away from me
I need to be free

Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016

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I can't read the writing on the wall
The free hand print there is way too small
If I could just turn the volume up
I might find a way out of this cover up
But here I sit dissecting my downfall

Many were the voices who 
Spoke about the things they knew
The columns as they stood before
Now turned to rubble strewn on the floor
As suspicious whispers just grew and grew

Time will surely tell the truth and
Maybe video will become the sleuth
Meanwhile we'll just say our prayers
As they extend to be billionaires
Faith is now placed in our youth...and

Here I sit dissecting my downfall...yeah
Sitting here dissecting my downfall

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016

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I watch you prancing, pawing earth;
your eyes glow almost like a flame,
you toss your sculptured head so freely
and flounce, unchecked your flowing mane.

Born brother to the rolling prairies,
your spirit kin to earth's four winds,
I gaze at you and vainly wonder:
do you know how truly we are friends?

Do you know that deep within me
dwells a soul loving liberty
and a heart that yearns and hungers
to run as you do, wild and free?

Have you noticed I am a dreamer,
that my eyes see visions, bright,
and my spirit flies within me
a prancing, pawing steed of light.

Faye Gibson
Copyright, May 18, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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No accounting for 
taste
What you dislike
and called a waste
is what I like

You call 
cheese,honey
I called it bitter pill
You prefer a monkey
while chimp makes 
me chill

You like worshipping 
sun
I love worshipping 
God
It really fun
you called mine odd

I lived in tradition
You lived in 
modernity
But in addition
I lived in christianity

You urged me to 
study biology
I urged you to learn 
Shakespeare
You want me to live 
by astrology
Let poetry be your 
spear

You prefer winter
that is your choice
Mine is summer
when I'll rejoice

When you lay on 
your bunk,
you hear the 
music,rock
but I listen to punk
who should be given 
a sock?

You love a black lady
with long dark hair
I love a white baby
to be my heir

You desire 
democracy
as system of your 
government
I desire theocracy
it had the best 
management

Let us be a union
Let there be chaste
Let's tolerate each 
one's opinion
for no accounting 
for taste

Copyright © UGWU CORNELIUS CHIDERA | Year Posted 2014

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I'm not a puppet on some strings...
don't even think of wedding rings..
life's too short for me to be....
nothing other than being free...

anything other than being free...
crowds the joy that freedom brings...
Life to me is being me...
nothing other than doing my thing...

Spare me the likes of freedom bound...
becoming a fool or someones clown...
I don't ever wanna be tied down...
nor on a finger wrapped around...

Anything other than being free....
clouds the joy that freedom brings...
life to me, is being me...
nothing other than being free...

I'm not a puppet on some strings...
don't even think of wedding rings..
life to me me is being free...
nothing other than doing my thing..

Spare me the likes of freedom bound...
becoming a fool or someones clown..
I don't ever wanna be tied down..
nor on a finger wrapped around.

Spare me the likes of freedom bound...
becoming a fool or someones clown..
I don't ever wanna be tied down..
nor on a finger wrapped around..

Life to me is being me...
Nothing other than being free..
Life to me is being free...
Nothing other than being me.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

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Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
Won't you take all of me
Until your image in me 
is all you see 
But You won't take what I won't give 
And my sin won't die until You live
Inside of me 
I feel I'm hangin by a thread
This old man just isn't dead
I keep reviving him instead of trusting You
.
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
And when my day comes
To an end
And I look back at where I have been
Many roads I've traveled
Sure took a wrong turn now and then
I need You just as much right now, as I did back then
.
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
Let there never be a doubt
That You changed me from the inside out 
It was only You all along
I could never be that strong 
On my own 
.
Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
Until everything in me
Looks just like You

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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I got nothin' but time on my hands
as I work in the fields all day long
O Lord, come and free my soul,
whenever I sing this here plantation song

I wanna be free
Take me to your mountain top
I wanna feel glee
I heard Canaan is a  beautiful spot

I've worked so hard for so many years,
it's a crying shame to be so sad
I've tried real hard to hold back these tears;
not to rattle these here chains,
not to stay so bitterly mad

I just wanna be free
Take a walk to your mountain top
It would make me and my wife so happy,
we both believe Canaan is a beautiful spot

Time always seems to pass so fast,
whenever I sing this here plantation song
I know one day you gonna come back,
O Lord, to make right this awful wrong

You gonna set me free,
so I can go rejoicing 
and singing on your mountain top
Me and my whole family
will tell everyone that Canaan is a heavenly spot

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll leave the frats, in the dust, and bring The Bun, merrily, along.
He had a great run, at Easter time, now he can let, the good times roll.
Who knows best, than a nest of Trolls, how to have, a really great time!
A Biker Bar should fill our sails, as we go, courting the best… of it all.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

The beers great, the girls’ first rate, I’ll ride a full-blown Harley Hog.
To ride them down, across the town, my hair, flowing behind, in the air.
But first we’ll make a new drinking song, betting on, who’s best, by far.
Biker Dudes, Trolls enthused, raise their mugs in unity, again, once more!

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

It’s all fun, as with pool cues in hand, we try to, learn to play Eight Ball.
We’ll dance on the floor, and some on the bar, as rowdier we become.
But we’re the best, with glass in fist, as we sing our new… drinking song.
So don’t be glum! Here, come along, to laughter amid, such joyful fun.
 
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll have fun, then move along, as our song wins, and the tab is yours.
You can join, as comes, the next bar, and we’ll, start all over, once more!
It’s party time, until dawn, for Trolls can hold, great quantities of rum.
As drinking games come, we win every time, as the losers pay the bill.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those, Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

(A drinking song for the pure fun it: sung like a pirate song clinking mugs.)

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

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      SOLDIER BOY
Are you dreaming of Sun Valley fair?
It's a road you've traveled alone.
Remember Bergdahl, when you get there
We will always welcome you home.

Tell your Father, the reason you'd gone.
If you left your friends in God's care.
Remember, Bergdahl,  you've been alone
Longer than we thought you'd be there.

God is our reason for taking your hand.
Is your blood not that of our own?
We'll be all forgiving, if you understand,
Why we'll always welcome you home.

Welcome home, Soldier Boy.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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I had an obscure feeling when I arrived
But I could not tell what was brewing inside
All around was complete darkness overshadowed
by a radiant glowing light forcing its way from behind 
Surely it wasn’t a myth or a parable 
They were spoken words written in plain language 
positioned in the middle of sky for everyone to comply.
Two angels held a scroll in firm position watching 
the deceptive world straining under its conceited weight
gazing steadfastly upon them.
One was weeping the other smiling
and a third moving around in circles
scraping residue from dried up wells.
I could barely make out those words 
but the message was an explicit warning
to put away dissension and stabilize the crumbling world
It expressed that God is still in control.
The weeping angel took the scroll and landed on a rock 
She dips the scroll in the tainted green  sea water and wept
for hours in the middle of the sea on top of the solid rock
she tore up the wet soaked scroll and scattered it into the water. 
Suddenly a portion of the sky turned brick red, 
Forcing powerful men and women to fled
Heat penetrating their naked skins
melting their arrogance
tormenting their conscience
and pulling every substance from within. 
Men haggling over men 
women scrambling over women
powers dismantling powers
forcing the oppressors to comply
and throw their filthy garments aside.
The angles have spoken
multitudes of them robed in white raiment
appeared on land exchanging stones for sand.

                                                            ©2013 Christine Phillips
                                                        

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2013

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Would you care, if I had to leave and go away?
Would you care, if I had to leave yo ass today?
Would you care, If I went and ripped up your sad half'a'heart?
Would you care, if I tore your whole life, ripped it all apart?

You beat me down too many times,
I  just cant see,
your face, when I am trying to hide mine,
I'm so scared,
when you make me feel like I've done something wrong,
I just cant breath,
When you stare at me, you hold it, oh so long.

Would you care, If I just packed my bags all up on you today?
Would you care, if I went and made it all my own way?
Would you care, If I just left your broke ass, mugged off, all alone?
Would you care, would you call me, sorry?, begging on the phone?

You hurt my heart just way too many times,
I just cant see, 
why I came back, when you  clearly wasn't mine,
I'm so scared, 
you played me, with the same old stupid song,
I cant breath,
all along I knew that this was just so wrong.

Would you care, if someone walked by and caught my eye?
Would you care, would you ever sit and wonder why?
Would you care, if you lost  every single part of me?
Would you care,  cause without me there simply is no we!

You want your cake and eat it too
I just cant see, 
how your gonna make this work for you?,
I'm so scared,
Of your girl finding out this way, its sad, 
I cant breath,
It's me, I'm the one who's looking bad.

Would you care, when your living by yourself and you are down?
Would you care, when your girl finds out you're just a clown.
Would you care, when I wipe my hands of you, I'm done!,
Would you care, this really isn't any fun.

I hope you can live with your mirror image, 
I hope you can live with the past, 
I'll watch you from afar,
I hope your mask can last.










Copyright © Maxine Jones | Year Posted 2014

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Pay no mind to man behind the curtain;
You've learned the superficial but his depths are still uncertain.

You tried to plot his course and see that death is lurking;
Look into his eye and you'll see the drugs are working.

It's the sad sad tale of the promise land;
Where you calculate your worth with a cyber hand.

Where you're notified daily that no one understands;
With modern civil rights as false as facebook friends.

They say "We've got to come together; gotta make this right!"
Fat chance of that happening unless you pass that pipe.

On this bureaucratic farm with it's produce ripe;
They cultivate the origins of your foresight.

Playing on your misery as if it were delight;
Still you are convinced you're in a fair fight....

Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016

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Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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Superficial Smiles by Shane Cogan

A trapped house can be worse than a prison
Cell doors open daily, a sealed house door never
Guards who snarl or smile is a guard forever
They also torture, but you found your own prism
Selected friends are such a treasure
Deselect those friends at your leisure


Superficial smiles, superficial cries 
Superficial tastes, superficial wastes


Handshakes in the morning 
Sour milkshakes for lunch
Diluted conversations for dinner
Repetitive dreams again for bedtime

Small talk discussions over a croissant
Alcohol dimensions under a florescent
Frantic racing is your new norm
A lost cause, caught up in a storm


Superficial smiles, superficial cries 
Superficial lies, superficial allies


Silly allergies are your only sickness 
You deem painkillers to be your only cure
Subscription pills for the old highs
Illegals for the new lows

What is right in one place 
Deemed a disease or a disgrace
Solitude is your new pleasure 
Despair is a lonely measure


Superficial smiles, superficial cries 
Superficial spies with superficial eyes


Today's headline is tomorrow's forgotten story
Profits over people, with business in all its glory 
Che Guevara t-shirts or Guerrilla warfare neritic?
Revolutionary heroes or a Sunday armchair critic?

Mass television pictures replacing dialogue
Mindless headline people news is our new fog
What would you do now for a taste of reality?
Do you miss and crave my sensuality?

A frank remark is better than a false smile
Our historical heroes are now sadly footnoted
No longer accepted, no longer quoted
Smiles mean nothing; a false handshake is our new style


Superficial smiles, superficial cries 
Superficial skies with superficial eyes


© Shane Cogan, 2013

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013

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A Lady Waits

The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”

-	E. V. Wyler -

Copyright © Elizabeth Wyler | Year Posted 2015

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I sit among the audience of my thoughts
Upon a chair 
With my feet up high casually on a table
My senses, my breath, my heart rate is stable
Silence at this very moment is my mind’s favorite labor
The leaves they sway from side to side 
so graciously, it is my favorite sight
Beside me,
The cherking of birds is my morning cup of delight
In front of me,
The rattle of the clear crystal pool is the depth and constancy of a single thought
The clear blue sky is my happy tomorrow
On my face you will find no trace of sorrow
Such a peaceful sight I see
If only you could bare witness with me
To such a glorious and heavenly sight
Like A picture perfect,
Or a beautiful view in Peru
The glorious nature has set me at ease
I am calmed by the steady breeze
Yet the buzzing of my cousin
Is like the sound of a busy bee
She speaks to me of heartache and despair 
And the death of some distant loved one
She makes a noble and noteworthy declaration
To give me a kidney if mine decides to collapse
I smile at her with this carefree sensation
As I sit there typing and pretending to care
Tapping my fingers to a rhythm while unaware
Smiling a genuine smile and sighing a pretentious sigh
You want me to speak of wickedness and of madness
At this moment I am indifferent,oblivious, I genuinely Do Not Care
The quacking of a random duck 
Came casually as pure luck
Lazily I yawn, so dazed, and simply amazed 
 I am hypnotized
At this sight that left me mesmerized.



Copyright © Mary Moussa | Year Posted 2013